The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

recoiled, my

stung, but the worst part was the twisted

craved for any touch, any relief, even

breath ragged and

wasn’t the peak yet but the heat was too much and my

their taunts mingling with the roaring

her,” one

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

stepped forward and ran

as he inserted his finger inside it, tears burned

up and

boy’s voice dripped with false sympathy as he turned

anything to make

Do you want

them before he could finish speaking, stumbling as

could hear mocking laughter chasing me but I didn’t

thought was to get away, to find somewhere – anywhere – I could

collided with a solid wall of muscle

on my lips but the words died

the

with a mix of curiosity

he was even more striking – tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit – an indication of power

fell over the room as everyone turned to

feel their stares and a sickening dread pooled in my

eyes drifted to his signet on the third finger

a Lycan leader, but not just any Lycan

Lycan Leader of the White Moon Throne – the highest rank in the

My heart pounded as I realized the gravity

powerful man in my world, with the scent of my arousal

expecting a reprimand

the punishment for uncontrolled heat cycles especially in

seen as a disgrace, a shame that could bring

were intense, a deep amber

of condemnation, his

me up

you okay?” He asked, his voice

against my arm and my breath hitched again as I struggled

I stammered but my body chose that

heat crashed over me, stronger than before and my knees

my vision blurring as desire overwhelmed

caught me, his grip

the hard planes of his chest against mine,

found his gaze

Time seemed to slow.

into the background as I and the Lycan leader stood locked in this

darkened, a flash of something raw and primal crossing